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“I need….” His words came out muffled against my neck where he was making a feast out of me.

I was so hard it hurt already, and when he lifted his head, I could see his nostrils flare as he took in the pheromones swirling around us.

“Whatever you need, except…,” I trailed off and looked away.

“No, not that. Not yet. We’re not ready, but….” When his words kind of vanished mid-sentence, it was because his concentration on human language had taken a hike.

I glanced back at him, but his focus was on the bulge in my sweats now.

“Safewords,” he grunted, then wrapped one arm around my waist to lift me enough to be able to pull my sweats and underwear off.

I laughed, a bit shocked and very turned on about the way he was suddenly out of his mind with whatever this was. I felt safe. I knew he wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want him to—including fucking me because we weren’t there yet—but hearing his distracted wolf voice talk about safewords was kind of funny.

I stopped laughing when he leaned down to swallow my cock whole.

My head banged against the wall and I let out a groan that didn’t sound like me.

I reached down to tug the back of his tank up, so that I could see the tattoos covering his muscular back. When I tried to get it off completely, he rumbled a growl that vibrated my cock enough for me to thrust up, the tank forgotten.

“Holy shit, Brodie,” I gasped as he pleasured me with a voraciousness I’d never experienced before.

It took me an embarrassingly short time to come, and I didn’t bother warning him because I knew he wouldn’t have cared.

I grabbed his head and held him still as I unloaded into his mouth and felt him swallow around me until I was noodly and pushing him away.

He stood up and pulled his dick out, then jerked it a few times before coming all over my cock and balls.

Then he rubbed the cum into my crotch with his big, calloused hand.

“Ow, ow…,” I protested feebly.

He chuckled, that sort of wild and dark Domly expression I’d seen a couple of times before momentarily flashing in his pale eyes.

“You didn’t think this was enough?” I asked, lifting my bandaged left arm.

“Nothing will ever be enough,” he rumbled, leaning in to kiss me deeply. “You’re mine now.”

I slid my fingers behind his neck and pulled him to me until our foreheads were touching. Then I stared at him from that close distance.

“You’re mine as well. Never forget that.” I cupped his sharp jaw and kissed him gently to show him I cherished him even without being able to feel the mate bond.

He kept his eyes closed as he nodded slowly. We didn’t need any more words.

Well, except…. “And now I need a shower. It’s a bit weird to go to bed next to my sister with how sticky I am.” I gestured at my crotch. Then, before he had time to say anything, I added, “No, you can’t clean it with your mouth.”

He complained playfully, grumbling something about his good ideas being shot down, but he helped me get my underwear back on and told me to go shower while he made sure the house was secured so we could go to sleep.

I padded up the stairs with my sweats bundled in my hand and couldn’t stop smiling.

Tonight had definitely been a success. I was pretty sure Holden would become one of us soon. He’d seen how we were, even as a fledgling pack.

Tomorrow would be Monday and the demolition crew would come by. We had a handful of hours to sleep because knowing where the full moon would land, Brodie was requested they start late.

Half an hour later, I played big spoon for Brodie that had already fallen asleep. Carys snuggled up behind me, and I let sleep claim me.

Chapter Fifteen

Brodie

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